Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

The End of Her Revenge

"Sorry I'm late," Madison apologized as she walked behind Peter. Peter spun around, surprised and caught off guard as her sly figured stepped into the moonlight and out of the shadows. He hadn't even heard her. He retracted his defensive canines and fell back into a relaxed stance, stepping aside to make room for her. She immediately trained her eyes on the busted up Toyota –Chris must've traded it in for a replacement of his Tahoe (A pitiful trade she thought but it didn't matter to her anyways.) It was Chris who stood beside it that surprised her.

"What the hell did I miss?" Her mouth hung ajar as she tried to comprehend why Scott and Isaac where alongside him. What circumstances could've brought them together that they actually tolerated each other's company?

"Where's Derek?" One of them asked. In her state of shock, she couldn't catch who asked it but as if on cue, Peter and Madison snapped their heads towards the end of the ally where a blurred, feral figure on all fours charged at the trio of men.

"Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance," Peter snidely remarked, rolling his eyes.

Madison nodded her head in agreement, "one of the many qualities of a narcissist." She sighed lightly, glancing down at her tennis shoes.

"I'm here for Jackson," Chris assured, seeing Derek's hesitance, "not for you." The phrase stunned both Peter and Madison who exchanged weary looks. Her eyes were narrowed but bright, luminous under the moon's light. It was a new sight for Peter who couldn't recall seeing her eyes light up like that except in a different hue of red. They cut through the darkness, catching Derek's attention but as soon as the other turned their heads, she stepped back into the shadows, blending in with the night, becoming almost invisible to the human eye like the kind belonging to Chris.

"Somehow I don't find that very comforting," Derek dejected, eyeing the hunter with cold eyes. "Get him inside," Derek suddenly commanded, ignoring the itch of doubt on his shoulder, motioning to whatever was in the truck.

Madison looked to Peter. "Who's in the truck?"

"Don't you have the most superior sense of smell?" Peter challenged with a grin but it instantly dropped when he caught Madison's un-amused expression. He gulped. He forgot how critical the girl was. "Jackson," he answered curtly, satisfying her curiosity. "Jackson's in the backseat."

"How'd they get him to fit?" She asked. She could imagine he'd be thrashing around, destroying the seats and what so.

"I don't know," Peter answered honestly. "I don't know anything. All I know is that he's in a body bag."

"They killed him?" She asked incredulously. She was extremely doubtful and it was obvious in her saucer-sized eyes. As if they discovered a way to kill him, she ranted to herself, undermining their capabilities. Peter was aware of how condescending young Madison could be but didn't comment on her lack of faith in the young werewolves.

"Quite the opposite," he replied. "He's still alive Madison. They brought him here to kill him appropriately."

And as he spoke, Isaac and Scott struggled to drag a heavy body bag across the pavement. Madison watched it carefully, weary and uncertain of its contents. She didn't trust Jackson alive. She wanted him dead, preferably as soon as possible. If she was in Scott's shoes she would've plunged a venom-coated stake into his chest cavity and get it over with, not even bothering to hide the body. She grew more nervous by the second. As soon as the band of boys went inside the aged building, Peter motioned with a wagging finger to follow him as she slyly snuck in.

"I'm willing to kill my own son to get what I want," Gerard yelled, hurting Chris to the core. Chris cringed but diverted his focus to Allison who was still trapped in the slime coated claws of the Kanima. He was more concerned with Allison's safety as he knew Gerard would not spare her. Before he made a move, someone else stepped behind it.